Last night I was driving home at approximately 1:30 AM- being tired, hungry and having just had a confusing conversation with a girl (but hey, what conversation with a girl isn't confusing), so clearly my judgement was a little clouded. But I decided to stop in to put $1.50 of my hard-earned skrilla to good use to the tune of 10 chicken nuggets with some bbq sauce. When I arrived home, I threw on The Amazing Race Season 5 and resumed watching where I had left off while double (hell sometimes even TRIPLE) dipping my nuggs in the aforementioned sauce. All was well. Or so I thought...
I then woke up disoriented on the couch about 6 AM, feeling like my stomach had suddenly reached the furthermost depths of pain and discomfort. I felt sick. I was sure I was food-poisoned. All I could taste was the nugget remnants mixed with the taste of the vomit I was sure I was about to spew everywhere.
Although I stayed by the toilet feeling miserable for over half an hour, I somehow made a miraculous recovery and avoided puking and was able to fall back asleep. It was like a sign from God; a warning. No more BK.
So next time you get the craving to "have it your way"- unless "your way" is lying on a bathroom floor at 6 AM with your head on the toilet asking the good Lord to just take you, remember this tale and heed my warning. It's never worth it.